Descriptive Essay: The Vietnam War

*BANG* Bone mixed with brain splatters across the ground. He falls, staining the ground with blood like his friends once did on a the battlefield years ago. He would now see all his friends he let down, all the innocent people who lost their lives after that deciding battle. He now only faces the judgment of god.

Earlier that that day:

“Hey! Hey! Hey, Edward!”

“WHAAAAAT”

“There's someone here to see you”

“You sure its for me”

“Positive”

Edward stumbles out of the grasp of his gin and tonic and starts to weave between the round ugly tables at the Rusty Spoon. He noticed the whole place smelled of cheap booze and cigars as he staggered out onto the sidewalk with the noon sun blinding him and his worn out leather jacket that was poorly tossed over

Before Alaska was brutally taken by Russian in the 5 year war.

Bullets whiz, craters the size of buses filled with bodies, the smell of smoldering grass mix with the smell of rotting human.

“Drop em.”

Bombs the size of small cars drop and drop all over Sitka.

Running, sprinting, tripping over comrades in arms. Hundreds of captives are killed face down in the dirt, hundreds more are killed every hour, the dirt now muddy with blood of the enemy.

Edwards fate is sealed as a charge of new russian soldiers run across the battlefield to charge into his trench. He and his friends can feel the thunder of the hundreds of soldiers running at them at topspeed.

“HOLD, HOLD”

Edward rips out his muddy knife ready for hand to hand combat. The first russian to cross, jumps right in front of him, the dirty russian smells of vodka and piss. Edward stabs his knife into the russian’s throat. Blood gushes out of the Russian’s mouth. Some of the blood stains his clothes as Edward bends down to puke up his last dinner of beans and beef. Horrified at what's he's done, he sprints in the other direction and runs and runs, only looking back to see his friends being speared by russian